Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying
Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't want that you aint ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch, it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard that run
So why would I break shit down for you
Better be with the punchlines and bars that I launch
the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be the one
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in
I aint even gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a and black can of paint and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
Bitch you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my
I be taking no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of your
hahahahaha,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoki wag, hoki wag? is
Run into gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the river
Take no from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a up temper
Bi-polar, not I'm worser
I'll ya
I got a ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a untamed
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the off this muthaf-cka
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a
Come sit up cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an
When I up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, throw it back in her an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be
you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya
They don't carry a 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer trash
I am here, that's why I'm
I got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came to show you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta AT YOU!
Oww! I bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up